Disclaimer: Is a tradition to say that I do not own Hey Arnold.
Arnold's Point Of View:
"How do you like pizza?" Her arms were still crossed but I couldn't see her very well. All I could guess is that she was around 5'3", slim figure, somewhat long hair and a red hat to top it off. The huge red hat with a brim covered her eyes and part of her nose. I wonder why she wears it.
"Pizza is fine with me." Since the restaurant was so close, (Piz-zaz Pizza she called it) we walked. I got a lot of stares but no one screamed like I thought they would. But one aged woman (it wouldn't feel polite to call her old) seemed to be comfortable with me. I don't blame them for staring, how would you feel if some real person came into Hillwood?
When we finally entered Piz-zaz Pizza, I got a better look at Gina (my capture? my helper? my friend?). Her hair was brown with a red tint to it but not like Ruth's auburn hair, more like a jar of copper pennies, you know? The old brown pennies mixed with new shinny ones. Why am I describing her hair? Oh, well, probably more interesting. It looks different in the different lights. I hadn't even registered that I was sitting down when she interrupted my thoughts of, well, her hair. Please say that did not just come out of my thoughts. "What kind of pizza do you want?"
"Huh?" At a second look, I saw that the waiter was obviously not please on waiting on a cartoon. I really have to stop daydreaming at weird and inappropriate times.
Again Gina saves day (or humiliation at this time). "Just give us an order of breadsticks and let us kept the menu so we can have more time, Okay. Jack?" When she craned her surprisingly long neck so as to face the waiter, I saw the wire blue rimmed glasses. Glare on her glasses strictly forbid me from seeing her eyes.
The waiter left, grumbling something about 'customer is always right'. She finally looked back at me with a question written on her lips. "I'm going to have a 'tiny' bacon pizza, how about you?"
The words left my mouth before I could stop them. "Bacon? On your pizza? Is there such a thing as a tiny pizza?" I had to sound really stupid with that blurted out. At least she laughed in a sweet way like she thought it was cute. Great, now I'm equivalent of a puppy or kitten.
"Yeah, I have weird taste. 'Tiny' pizza is their way of saying personal pizza. They don't want any trouble from anywhere else." She placed her menu down, still waiting for my answer.
"I guess I'll go with cheese 'tiny' pizza whatever thingy it's called. You know what I mean." She laughs her pretty laugh, but at least this time I actually was trying to be funny.
She bent her head down to face her clean plate, one arm on the table, the other supporting her with her hand running through her hair underneath the red hat. The serious look that she gave me when she looked up showed me she was going to say something that would scare me. "Arnold, can I ask you some questions?"
Trying my best to clam her down about these 'questions', I gave an answer with a smile. "Go ahead, I have nothing to hide."
She paused to collect herself. "When you were nine years old, did you have a friend named Gerald Johanssen who was African-American, always wore a red shirt with the number '33' on it?" by this point my eyes bugged out. "Had an older brother Jamie O, a younger sister named Timberly, father named Martin, and mother who worked at a supermarket?" At the end of this spiel, my mouth dropped so low I thought it would fall of my face. "I'll take that for a yes. Well Arnold this may be shocking, but your life and the gangs' was a TV show shown in more then one country. It also had a movie dealing with the neighborhood and how you, Gerald, and Helga saved it. The show only showed things that happened when you were nine." She bowed her head as if she felt guilty.
I didn't even notice the waiter coming back. "Here are your breadsticks. May I take the rest of your order now?"
Gina was apparently caught off guard, (and I was under no condition to talk) but she recovered in a second. "Of course, I will have the 'tiny' bacon pizza, and he will have the 'tiny' cheese pizza." Again, her cursed glasses forbidden me to even peek at her eyes.
"Your order will be out in a little while, Miss." Hello, am I here?
"Thank you," she turned back to me after our rather rude waiter left. "I can only imagine what you're going through. To be kind to you, I had to tell you before you found out on your own. I would have felt guilty knowing something and not telling you when it is clearly & directly related to you. You may ask any question you want while we wait. I'm sorry that you hadn't known before hand. Fire away, at any time." I had finally recovered over the shock, and had many questions. I decided I should learn more about her since I already knew what happened during 4th grade and didn't need to be reminded.
"Why do you wear a red hat?" I wondered if it was for the same reason I wore my little blue cap.
"I was afraid you'd ask that." A small smile accompanied it. "Well, it all began when I was 14. My best friend, Marie, who had always been there for me since kinder garden, gave to me before I moved to Pike Township. A week after I moved, she went missing. I was very worried. She didn't have the greatest parents in the world; kind of like Helga's, you know? She always tried to be very nice and positive, but I guess she couldn't take it anymore. One month later, I found out that the officials found her and took her to a new family, thank God. She went to live with these Catholics. After my church decided to be open and affirming, they wouldn't allow me to talk to her. I found out later that she became a nun." She looked down, lost in memories of old.
"I'm sorry." She looked sad, and I had to comfort her.
"Don't be. She always wanted to help people out, and now it's her job." This time when she smiled, I noticed that she never showed her teeth while smiling. Most people think I am dense, but I catch on to things pretty quickly, like Helga's little secret (though I'll never admit it). I'll always love Helga, but more like a brother loves a sister. Besides, she goes out with Brainy.
Gina seems nice enough to me. "Will you help prove I'm innocent?"
I was surprised to she her jump. "How?"
"I noticed the lawyer's degree on the wall before we left, but you didn't answer my question." I told the truth. I did see it, but only because a very interesting picture was right next to it.
Again Gina regains her composure. "It's my roommate's, Rose. She is on a break in Hawaii, but I'll see if I can make her help out. Of course I'll try to help to, if you mind telling me what for." A different smile comes with this reply (more of a half-sided grin).
"It's a long story." She looks too young to be a lawyer.
Another sigh escapes her lips. "I have all the time in the world. Besides, I'm a painter, we don't do deadlines." I decided that there was no possible way that the Hillwood police would come in at any moment while I was here.
"I was walking home from work, when this person runs past me. At the time I thought nothing of it. A couple of blocks later, I walk by these police cars, around Lila's house, and I heard them scream, 'There he is! Catch him'. In retrospect, running away was a pretty stupid idea, making me look guilty, but I wasn't about to spend the night in the big house. That is around the time I found the portal and fell into your living room." My tale, though short, and not detailed enough, was all I had to offer to the case.
"How many other people, no offense, have a football head, like yourself? It is your most prominent feature." Tilt of the head like she curious, but the darn hat prevented me from being exact.
"My mother has a slight oval shape, but not to the extent of mine, Arnie has the same shape and so does Uncle Herman, but both were at the farm, which is 3 hours away." I couldn't really remember any one else having a 'football head', as it were, but it is a recessive quality. I believe great-grandma Cory (Grandpa's side) had one, but she has long past.
"That doesn't leave many possibilities for suspects." She didn't sound too pleased about the whole ordeal.
"What a crazy world we live in." Just then the pizza arrived in all its steamy glory.
This time I was finally in a condition to speak with the waiter. "Thank you Jack, for the pizza."
After that was said, I guess I should've kept my mouth shut with the looks he was dishing out. "Ah, so cartoon actually talks" was clearly heard under his breath before he left. Some waiters really need to take to the social scene.
I was getting curious about the wonder smell of bacon pizza across the table. "Would you trade me a slice of bacon pizza for a slice of cheese pizza? Please?" I try going for a puppy eyed look, though I doubt she can see under that cloth bowl upon her head.
"Sure, why not? I love cheese pizza as much as I love bacon." She pulls a piece of her personal pizza as I tried to pluck the strings of cheese to a breaking point. After we finally made the switch, I noticed another question playing about her lips. "Arnold, how old are you?" I bet you if the hat was gone she would be batting her eyes.
"24 years old, I guess you don't know everything about me, do you?" A few quick nods confirmed my suspicions. "I design theme rides, in particular, roller coasters. I also help Grandma and Grandpa with the boarding house." I paused for a bit to eat. "Grandma and Grandpa are both 96, therefore, breaking the 'family curse'. I eventually found my parents in the 5th grade, with the help of Helga, but that's all I'm 'at liberty to say' about it. I remember distinctly being told that she would rip my tongue out if I tell any one." Leaving our discussion at that, I decided to go back to the questioning. "How old are you?"
"Last time I checked I was 23 years old and still kicking." A light giggle, but not annoying like some 'Little Miss Perfect' I knew.
"Why painting?"
"I found it as a way to express myself through paints, and it was an escape at the time." Even with the hat on, I could tell she looking down.
On occasion my mouth has a mind of its own. "An escape?"
A polite cough before a tale was started. "Sometimes as a teenager, when your maturity goes unmatched, you get frustrated with yourself."
"Why were you frustrated?" Now my mouth was on auto pilot, and my mind couldn't turn it off.
Another uncomfortable pause, "I couldn't control certain emotions. Venus has a cruel sense of humor, and I didn't want to be the center of her amusements."
Nothing could prepare me for what I saw next. If I were anime, then my eyes would have been spirals, arms and back straight with my jaw hitting the floor. I could not believe what I was before my eyes.
"What's wrong, Arnold?" was about all I heard before the harsh whisper.
"LOOK! THERE HE IS!!!"
A/N: I am some what evil with my somewhat of a cliffie. Maybe if encouraged with reviews, I'll update faster? Naw, it's to early in the story to demand reviews. Oh, well. Have fun.
Arnold's Point Of View:
"How do you like pizza?" Her arms were still crossed but I couldn't see her very well. All I could guess is that she was around 5'3", slim figure, somewhat long hair and a red hat to top it off. The huge red hat with a brim covered her eyes and part of her nose. I wonder why she wears it.
"Pizza is fine with me." Since the restaurant was so close, (Piz-zaz Pizza she called it) we walked. I got a lot of stares but no one screamed like I thought they would. But one aged woman (it wouldn't feel polite to call her old) seemed to be comfortable with me. I don't blame them for staring, how would you feel if some real person came into Hillwood?
When we finally entered Piz-zaz Pizza, I got a better look at Gina (my capture? my helper? my friend?). Her hair was brown with a red tint to it but not like Ruth's auburn hair, more like a jar of copper pennies, you know? The old brown pennies mixed with new shinny ones. Why am I describing her hair? Oh, well, probably more interesting. It looks different in the different lights. I hadn't even registered that I was sitting down when she interrupted my thoughts of, well, her hair. Please say that did not just come out of my thoughts. "What kind of pizza do you want?"
"Huh?" At a second look, I saw that the waiter was obviously not please on waiting on a cartoon. I really have to stop daydreaming at weird and inappropriate times.
Again Gina saves day (or humiliation at this time). "Just give us an order of breadsticks and let us kept the menu so we can have more time, Okay. Jack?" When she craned her surprisingly long neck so as to face the waiter, I saw the wire blue rimmed glasses. Glare on her glasses strictly forbid me from seeing her eyes.
The waiter left, grumbling something about 'customer is always right'. She finally looked back at me with a question written on her lips. "I'm going to have a 'tiny' bacon pizza, how about you?"
The words left my mouth before I could stop them. "Bacon? On your pizza? Is there such a thing as a tiny pizza?" I had to sound really stupid with that blurted out. At least she laughed in a sweet way like she thought it was cute. Great, now I'm equivalent of a puppy or kitten.
"Yeah, I have weird taste. 'Tiny' pizza is their way of saying personal pizza. They don't want any trouble from anywhere else." She placed her menu down, still waiting for my answer.
"I guess I'll go with cheese 'tiny' pizza whatever thingy it's called. You know what I mean." She laughs her pretty laugh, but at least this time I actually was trying to be funny.
She bent her head down to face her clean plate, one arm on the table, the other supporting her with her hand running through her hair underneath the red hat. The serious look that she gave me when she looked up showed me she was going to say something that would scare me. "Arnold, can I ask you some questions?"
Trying my best to clam her down about these 'questions', I gave an answer with a smile. "Go ahead, I have nothing to hide."
She paused to collect herself. "When you were nine years old, did you have a friend named Gerald Johanssen who was African-American, always wore a red shirt with the number '33' on it?" by this point my eyes bugged out. "Had an older brother Jamie O, a younger sister named Timberly, father named Martin, and mother who worked at a supermarket?" At the end of this spiel, my mouth dropped so low I thought it would fall of my face. "I'll take that for a yes. Well Arnold this may be shocking, but your life and the gangs' was a TV show shown in more then one country. It also had a movie dealing with the neighborhood and how you, Gerald, and Helga saved it. The show only showed things that happened when you were nine." She bowed her head as if she felt guilty.
I didn't even notice the waiter coming back. "Here are your breadsticks. May I take the rest of your order now?"
Gina was apparently caught off guard, (and I was under no condition to talk) but she recovered in a second. "Of course, I will have the 'tiny' bacon pizza, and he will have the 'tiny' cheese pizza." Again, her cursed glasses forbidden me to even peek at her eyes.
"Your order will be out in a little while, Miss." Hello, am I here?
"Thank you," she turned back to me after our rather rude waiter left. "I can only imagine what you're going through. To be kind to you, I had to tell you before you found out on your own. I would have felt guilty knowing something and not telling you when it is clearly & directly related to you. You may ask any question you want while we wait. I'm sorry that you hadn't known before hand. Fire away, at any time." I had finally recovered over the shock, and had many questions. I decided I should learn more about her since I already knew what happened during 4th grade and didn't need to be reminded.
"Why do you wear a red hat?" I wondered if it was for the same reason I wore my little blue cap.
"I was afraid you'd ask that." A small smile accompanied it. "Well, it all began when I was 14. My best friend, Marie, who had always been there for me since kinder garden, gave to me before I moved to Pike Township. A week after I moved, she went missing. I was very worried. She didn't have the greatest parents in the world; kind of like Helga's, you know? She always tried to be very nice and positive, but I guess she couldn't take it anymore. One month later, I found out that the officials found her and took her to a new family, thank God. She went to live with these Catholics. After my church decided to be open and affirming, they wouldn't allow me to talk to her. I found out later that she became a nun." She looked down, lost in memories of old.
"I'm sorry." She looked sad, and I had to comfort her.
"Don't be. She always wanted to help people out, and now it's her job." This time when she smiled, I noticed that she never showed her teeth while smiling. Most people think I am dense, but I catch on to things pretty quickly, like Helga's little secret (though I'll never admit it). I'll always love Helga, but more like a brother loves a sister. Besides, she goes out with Brainy.
Gina seems nice enough to me. "Will you help prove I'm innocent?"
I was surprised to she her jump. "How?"
"I noticed the lawyer's degree on the wall before we left, but you didn't answer my question." I told the truth. I did see it, but only because a very interesting picture was right next to it.
Again Gina regains her composure. "It's my roommate's, Rose. She is on a break in Hawaii, but I'll see if I can make her help out. Of course I'll try to help to, if you mind telling me what for." A different smile comes with this reply (more of a half-sided grin).
"It's a long story." She looks too young to be a lawyer.
Another sigh escapes her lips. "I have all the time in the world. Besides, I'm a painter, we don't do deadlines." I decided that there was no possible way that the Hillwood police would come in at any moment while I was here.
"I was walking home from work, when this person runs past me. At the time I thought nothing of it. A couple of blocks later, I walk by these police cars, around Lila's house, and I heard them scream, 'There he is! Catch him'. In retrospect, running away was a pretty stupid idea, making me look guilty, but I wasn't about to spend the night in the big house. That is around the time I found the portal and fell into your living room." My tale, though short, and not detailed enough, was all I had to offer to the case.
"How many other people, no offense, have a football head, like yourself? It is your most prominent feature." Tilt of the head like she curious, but the darn hat prevented me from being exact.
"My mother has a slight oval shape, but not to the extent of mine, Arnie has the same shape and so does Uncle Herman, but both were at the farm, which is 3 hours away." I couldn't really remember any one else having a 'football head', as it were, but it is a recessive quality. I believe great-grandma Cory (Grandpa's side) had one, but she has long past.
"That doesn't leave many possibilities for suspects." She didn't sound too pleased about the whole ordeal.
"What a crazy world we live in." Just then the pizza arrived in all its steamy glory.
This time I was finally in a condition to speak with the waiter. "Thank you Jack, for the pizza."
After that was said, I guess I should've kept my mouth shut with the looks he was dishing out. "Ah, so cartoon actually talks" was clearly heard under his breath before he left. Some waiters really need to take to the social scene.
I was getting curious about the wonder smell of bacon pizza across the table. "Would you trade me a slice of bacon pizza for a slice of cheese pizza? Please?" I try going for a puppy eyed look, though I doubt she can see under that cloth bowl upon her head.
"Sure, why not? I love cheese pizza as much as I love bacon." She pulls a piece of her personal pizza as I tried to pluck the strings of cheese to a breaking point. After we finally made the switch, I noticed another question playing about her lips. "Arnold, how old are you?" I bet you if the hat was gone she would be batting her eyes.
"24 years old, I guess you don't know everything about me, do you?" A few quick nods confirmed my suspicions. "I design theme rides, in particular, roller coasters. I also help Grandma and Grandpa with the boarding house." I paused for a bit to eat. "Grandma and Grandpa are both 96, therefore, breaking the 'family curse'. I eventually found my parents in the 5th grade, with the help of Helga, but that's all I'm 'at liberty to say' about it. I remember distinctly being told that she would rip my tongue out if I tell any one." Leaving our discussion at that, I decided to go back to the questioning. "How old are you?"
"Last time I checked I was 23 years old and still kicking." A light giggle, but not annoying like some 'Little Miss Perfect' I knew.
"Why painting?"
"I found it as a way to express myself through paints, and it was an escape at the time." Even with the hat on, I could tell she looking down.
On occasion my mouth has a mind of its own. "An escape?"
A polite cough before a tale was started. "Sometimes as a teenager, when your maturity goes unmatched, you get frustrated with yourself."
"Why were you frustrated?" Now my mouth was on auto pilot, and my mind couldn't turn it off.
Another uncomfortable pause, "I couldn't control certain emotions. Venus has a cruel sense of humor, and I didn't want to be the center of her amusements."
Nothing could prepare me for what I saw next. If I were anime, then my eyes would have been spirals, arms and back straight with my jaw hitting the floor. I could not believe what I was before my eyes.
"What's wrong, Arnold?" was about all I heard before the harsh whisper.
"LOOK! THERE HE IS!!!"
A/N: I am some what evil with my somewhat of a cliffie. Maybe if encouraged with reviews, I'll update faster? Naw, it's to early in the story to demand reviews. Oh, well. Have fun.